Tommy Merlyn (tommy_merlyn) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2013-01-01 22:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2013 01, character: oliver queen, character: tommy merlyn |
RP: Tommy and Oliver
Who: Tommy and Oliver
Where: their room
When: Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Summary: Tommy is still thinking about Thomas' return and what that means for him
Some people were used to living with other people. He knew plenty of guys that had lived in frat houses because of legacy, tradition and/or connection. Tommy had always been too rich for any of that. He lived at home where the hired help took care of everything and then moved to his own place where the hired help came once a day to take care of everything. It was a wonderful life.
Living in a house with seven adults and two children was not something he enjoyed. The nerds that always talked, the kids that moved and cried, the joint dinners, the shared rooms, it all made him itchy and jumpy, and he couldn't take it anymore. Locking himself in his bedroom was the only time when he felt like he could breathe.
Tonight, even that wasn't enough. Thomas Hammond was back on the island. Thomas Hammond, a man who knew how to party and who apparently didn't do drugs anymore, but then if asked, he would have said that he didn't either. He didn't really consider the little he did as drug use, except that a few weeks on the island were proving him wrong. He'd been clean for almost a month, none of the drugs would be in his body and yet, the more he thought he couldn't have it, the more he wanted something. He knew it was a mental urge at this point, but it was still there.
"I asked Thomas for drugs," he said without preamble as he sat in bed, wearing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, although why he bothered he didn't know. That was how he started most nights, but more nights than not, he ended up wearing only his boxers, feeling Oliver's skin against his.